TIny RIck

Trapped in a miniscule body, Tiny Rick’s music blasts forth like a deranged sonic plea. “LET ME OUT, or, at least, PASS THE CHEETOS” it screams, with fuzzed guitars and blitzed melodies frenetically slorped like Alex G in a gunked post-slushie blender. The sugar sweet licks, buried under mountains of distortion and flavored with a delightful sheen of 90’s melon(choly), leap up and let you know that the party has just started.throw in there something that acknowledges a "genome-deep affinity for aching pop-punk hooks". Tiny Rickis Gabe Sunshine '17 and Anton Meier '16.